You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 368

Fixing his gaze on the door, Fabian appeared a little hesitant.

Just then, Kenneth whipped his head around to look at him with displeasure written all over his face. “Do you not hear what I say?”

“T-That's not it, Mr. Hamilton... But there's no need to get someone to unlock the door.” As he said that, he walked up and gazed at the lock before turning to Kenneth. “I know how to do it...”

Kenneth narrowed his eyes.

A moment of silence ensued before Fabian finally spoke up. “T-Then... shall I open it now?”

Kenneth’s brows creased as a glacial glint flashed across his eyes.

Upon getting the signal, Fabian, without asking more questions, started running his fingers across the digital lock. It seemed that he was merely keying in a bunch of random numbers, yet at the same time, it sounded like a rhythmic tapping. Watching him from behind, Kenneth had his brows furrowed together as an uneasy sensation gripped him.

He secretly wished that it was merely overthinking on his part.

That few minutes of standing behind and watching Fabian trying to unlock the door almost felt as long as a century.

After several tries, Fabian finally opened the door.

He turned to look at Kenneth.

Without saying anything, the latter stepped forward, pulled open the door, and walked in.

Seeing that, Fabian quickly trailed behind.

Inside, everything remained as before. Unlike expectations, the apartment was not as messy and had no signs of a fight.

After a brief scan of the surroundings, Kenneth boldly advanced toward Natasha's bedroom.

With every step he took, he felt as though there was something heavy constantly pounding on his chest.

Right before the door, however, he halted in his steps.

Emptiness filled his gaze as he looked inside.

The bed was so neat it showed no signs of someone sleeping on it last night.

So, does that mean she didn’t sleep after I sent her back yesterday?

Fabian walked over. When he saw that there was no one in the bedroom, his brows became tightly knitted.

“Mr. Hamilton...”

“Fabian, give Prosper Technologies a call. Find out if Natasha went to work.” Kenneth's frosty voice, coupled with his strained muscle along his jaw, made him appear especially frigid and forbidding.

Even though he knew such a possibility was almost non-existent, he still held onto that last straw of hope.

Hearing the command, Fabian bobbed his head and walked away to make the call.

When Kenneth got inside, he noticed that there were not many changes. Natasha's clothes and footwear were still placed neatly in their positions. It was almost as if she had only left for work for the day.

Several minutes later, Fabian returned with a hesitant look on his face. “Mr. Hamilton, Ms. Watson didn't go to work today. Mr. Yondel says—”

“What did he say?”

“He said that Ms. Watson applied for leave.”

“Applied for leave? When?”

“Two days ago.”

“Did he not tell you the reason?”

Fabian shook his head. “No.”